OLIVER
There is a raise of Oliver's eyebrow and he immediately starts thinking, but tries to maintain eye contact and show that he is still listening. On the outside, he hopes that he looks professional, but on the inside? He's basically freaking out. An actual customer! Holy shit! Safe to say, he's pretty damn excited to say the least.
Her offers are decently nice and he finds himself nodding along. "Some healing supplies could be nice, yes. I'd consider a painting." Maybe he should invite her to the guild? No- well, yes, but not yet. "I could make a few things. I know I'd be able to make a spear, a sword, or a knife. Whatever hunting style he does, I'll probably be able to accommodate." Hopefully by him listing off multiple weapons, she'd be able to remember maybe what he specifically works with. He'd work on selling the artist's guild later, but for now he needed to figure this out first.
Her offers are decently nice and he finds himself nodding along. "Some healing supplies could be nice, yes. I'd consider a painting." Maybe he should invite her to the guild? No- well, yes, but not yet. "I could make a few things. I know I'd be able to make a spear, a sword, or a knife. Whatever hunting style he does, I'll probably be able to accommodate." Hopefully by him listing off multiple weapons, she'd be able to remember maybe what he specifically works with. He'd work on selling the artist's guild later, but for now he needed to figure this out first.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
